Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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The old man of the Xie family waved his whip again furiously, how dare this bastard?

Doesn't he know how dangerous it is to run a business?

How dare he say something that could kill someone if he is not careful.

Mr. Xie was furious, and he slapped the whip in his hand, intending to teach this bastard a lesson.

As for Xie Zhuo, it was only under Xie Jing's full efforts to stop him that he survived.

The eve of New Year's Eve was a rare fine weather, the sky was dotted with stars, and a Milky Way lay across the sky, which was too beautiful to behold.

But unfortunately, Xie Zhuo was not blessed to enjoy such beautiful scenery.

He was lying on the bed, cold sweat bursting out of his forehead.

Occasionally, he turned over slightly and gasped in pain.

This time, the old man really hit him with such strength as to kill him.

The stove in the house was burning with all its heart, exposing his battered skin to the winter air barely touching the fabric.

Xie Zhuo felt a little dizzy due to the onset of the medicine.

When he was drowsy, he suddenly heard a noisy sound in the courtyard.

He couldn't help drinking softly: "What are you arguing about?"

Waiting to mourn for their master?

After the voice fell, the courtyard suddenly fell silent.

But after a while, hurried footsteps approached from the courtyard, and Xie Nan's joyful voice sounded: "My lord, Zhao Mo is back."

Xie Zhuo's squinted eyes suddenly widened, and he stood up abruptly: "Let him in."

This movement tugged at the wound on his back and made him frown again.

Grandpa really...

A lot of age, but the strength is not small.

Outside the door, when Zhao Mo heard the young master's voice, a glint of light flashed in his dark eyes.

Two months later, he finally saw the son again.

In the past two months, he has gone through the most dangerous situation, and there is only a thin line between death and death.

But as long as he thinks that the young master is waiting for him to go back, he feels that no matter how difficult the road is, he has to finish it. Even if he climbs back, he still wants to see the young master.

Raising his hand and pushing open the door, Zhao Mo walked in lightly, but the moment he raised his eyes, he lost all ability to speak.

In front of the eyes is a snow-white dotted with red.

But if you look again, you can see the hideous wounds criss-crossing on the snow-white surface.

Zhao Mo's expression suddenly turned cold: "Who did it?"

The momentum at that moment carried the killing intent accumulated over the past two months.

Xie Zhuo grinned and put on his shirt, then raised his eyes to look at Zhao Mo with a dangerous expression: "What is your expression?"

He met those eyes with a half-smile: "I haven't seen you for two months, and you don't even know how to salute when you see the young master?"

At this moment, Zhao Mo came back to his senses.

He half-kneeled on the ground, respectfully greeted his son, and then raised his eyes impatiently: "Who did it?"

Xie Zhuo couldn't ignore the bloody smell in those words.

He sized Zhao Mo carefully, saw his face that had suffered a lot in the wind and snow, and his eyes that were no longer timid, and suddenly smiled: "Have you killed someone?"

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to accumulate so much murderous aura.

Zhao Mo froze, then whispered: "I met a few robbers."

More than a few, countless treasures, gold and silver, attracted countless robbers, if he hadn't wiped out a group of them immediately, I am afraid that they would not be able to get out of the mountain.

But he doesn't want to talk about this with the young master, he just wants to know who beat the young master like this, if he knows...

A gloomy look flashed across the man's eyes that had seen blood: "Master's injury?"